Chapter 316 - Translation

Chapter 316 Familiar Figure’s Tale Resha wasn't aware of the entire truth, but thanks to Orakha's multiple revivals, some of the information about the Supreme Tusk in the Transcendent Eater was revealed. Raaha learnt about it from Orakha and then informed Resha. It was through this that Resha knew about the Supreme Tusk Gannala's plans regarding her seven children, the goal of which was to kill the Boar King and reach the Mystic Grade. When one of the seven has a child, the path to the Mystic Grade in them is transferred to the child. But if the child isn't an Empyrean Tusk, then the path is lost forever. After all, it acts like a bridge between the seven and their respective children, accumulating the countless variables they create to forge a path to the Mystic Grade. Resha stared at the cup before him. It was four times larger than his head and instinctively upon perceiving it, he was able to conclude that the cup had a volume of 27 litres. Currently, it was empty. But based on the information he could perceive, Resha realised that all his actions, experiences, and various accumulations would concentrate in this cup in liquid form. When he has a child, this cup will be transferred to the child. Even after that, Resha's actions would continue to accumulate in the cup. And the day this cup becomes full is when his child—if born an Empyrean Tusk—will become a Mystic Grade Empyrean Tusk. The case was the same between Inala and Gannala. But as Inala hadn't unlocked the final level of Mystic Bone Art, he couldn't perceive the Path in him. In Inala's case, the ship had already set sail. Inala's actions would continue to accumulate in the cup within Gannala. And when it becomes full, Gannala will reach the Mystic Grade. But the problem was the fact that all paths were different. And unless the action is related to the path, it wouldn't condense anything within the cup. Hence, one needs to do a lot of trial and error before they succeed. Since the reincarnates knew the plot beforehand, they were able to take action in a variety of fields, something Mammoth Clansmen their age would never even dream about. Forget their peers, even the Mammoth Clan masters hardly did anything spectacular other than remaining in their Settlement and defending it. But every single reincarnate went through a lot, stirring up shit in a mere year that surpassed what the entire Mammoth Clan did in that period. It was because they had the perspectives of two different worlds and, hence weren't restricted to one thought process. They could always think out of the box and do things that those on Sumatra Continent could never even dream about. The paths were in the seven but took effect upon their children, and only in the case they were born an Empyrean Tusk. Things proceeded beyond Inala's control, and hence, he ended up losing the path to Gannala. The case was the same for Yennda. His path was in Harrala. Resha didn't wish to lose his path, a reason why he told Yahira to refrain from bearing a child for the time being. He obtained the Major Treasure of Cure, possessing a Primary Nature that was the perfect form of Internal Inertial Gravity. Therefore, unlike the reincarnates, Resha had the possibility of becoming a Mystic Grade Empyrean Tusk. As long as he retained the path in him, once it becomes full, its accumulation would be unleashed on himself, resulting in his evolution. He had the capacity to make it a reality. Resha absorbed the Empyrean Tusk essence generated by the Empyrean Incubator and poured it into his Spirit Container, feeling his Primary Nature become active. Fused into it was the Major Treasure of Cure, the Supreme Tusk Gannala's ultimate creation. It began to absorb this essence, displaying faint signs of development. Resha noticed a drop appear in the cup, smiling in response, 'Yes, as long as I continue to concentrate the essence of an Empyrean Tusk in myself, the Cure will continue to influence my body to become more and more like an Empyrean Tusk.' Resha stared at the index finger on his left hand and retracted the power of Internal Inertial Gravity there. He flicked it once and observed the finger bone had cracked in response, 'Good, it's growing more brittle.' The Fragment Disease was merely a Mammoth Clansman being born more an Empyrean Tusk than a human. Brittle bones were the characteristic of Empyrean Tusks. Therefore, the more brittle his bones get, the more his human body becomes genetically similar to an Empyrean Tusk. Every minute he absorbed the Empyrean Tusk essence through his Cure, Resha's body evolved. And the more he evolved, the stronger his Cure got, creating a beneficial cycle. Maybe in the future, he wouldn't need to spend Prana to take on his Empyrean Tusk form. It would become a natural state of his being, like how the Empyrean Boar King form was for Brangara. 'When I'm done, not only would I enter the Mystic Grade, but I might even attain the status of a Supreme Tusk.' Resha thought, grinning in excitement. As long as that happens, he could influence his children into being born with the Fragment Disease. And once they absorb the blood of an Empyrean Tusk while breaking through to the Body Stage, they'll obtain the power of an Empyrean Tusk. For a moment, Resha imagined a scene of tens of his children casually walking in their human forms before becoming Empyrean Tusks. 'This time, I'm killing you without fail, Boar King.' Resha's eyes glinted with bloodthirstiness. He quickly concealed his bloodlust, for those under the Life Stage would go mad when subjected to it without protection. The memory of the Mammoth Clan's annihilation was ingrained in his mind. This time, the one getting annihilated wouldn't be the Mammoth Clan, but the Boar King. "I'll make damn sure of it." … 'Is someone cursing me?' The Boar King felt an itch in his ear as he glared at the familiar individual before him, "What the fuck did you say?" "Did you not hear me the first time?" The familiar figure rolled his eyes, "It's cringe, so I won't bother repeating it. Instead, I'll prove it through this…" Intense presence radiated out of his being, rattling the Pranic Beasts swimming closer to the desert island. It was a catastrophic amount that was powerful enough to knock out Iron Grade Pranic Beasts unconscious. The Boar King's expression turned serious in response, thinking, 'At first glance, it seems like he's in the Mystic Grade, but he isn't. He's somewhere between the Gold and Mystic Grade. Also, his presence…' The Boar King became irritated, 'For those unaware, it would seem like my presence. But it's a bit different from mine. For a better perspective, it's similar to an Empyrean Boar…' "That's impossible!" The Boar King glared in anger, "I'm the last of my race." "Too bad, that's not true." The familiar figure shrugged, "Back when the Empyrean Tusks left Sumatra Continent, they brought with them four baby Empyrean Boars. We were then reared on the other continent and nurtured to become servants to the Mammoth Clan, generation after generation." "Is that fucking true?" Rage built up in the Boar King, his body on the verge of erupting, "The Mammoth Clan is treating the Empyrean Boars as servants?" "It's unrelated to you, so don't worry about it." The familiar figure waved his hand, "They are all dead anyway." "Did you devour them?" The Boar King was stupefied for a moment before glaring in response, "Did you fucking eat your own brethren?" "Well, I stumbled upon your documents managed by the Mammoth Clan. I simply followed the instructions." The familiar figure sighed, "But they were damaged. So even after I devoured all my brethren on that continent, I failed to reach the Mystic Grade. Which brings me here." He grinned and stared at the Boar King with a fawning expression, "So, why don't you tell me the truth," "Big brother?" !

**Chapitre 316 : Le Récit d'une Figure Familière** Resha ignorait toute la vérité, mais les multiples résurrections d'Orakha lui avaient dévoilé une partie des secrets de la Défense Suprême au sein du Transcendant Eater. Raaha en avait hérité d'Orakha avant de les transmettre à Resha. Ainsi, Resha apprit les projets de la Défense Suprême Gannala pour ses sept enfants : tuer le Roi Sanglier et atteindre le Rang Mystique. Lorsqu'un des sept engendrait un enfant, la voie vers le Rang Mystique en eux se transmettait à leur descendance. Mais si l'enfant ne naissait pas Défense Empyréen, la voie s'évanouissait à jamais. Gannala servait de pont entre les sept et leur progéniture, accumulant les variables infinies qu'ils généraient pour forger cette voie vers le Rang Mystique. Resha contempla la coupe devant lui. Quatre fois plus grosse que sa tête, il estima son volume à vingt-sept litres. Pour l'instant, elle était vide. Mais d'après ses perceptions, Resha comprit que toutes ses actions, expériences et accumulations se condenseraient en liquide dans cette coupe. Quand il aurait un enfant, elle lui serait léguée. Même après, les exploits de Resha continueraient à s'y déverser. Le jour où elle déborderait, son enfant — s'il naissait Défense Empyréen — deviendrait un Défense Empyréen de Rang Mystique. Le même schéma liait Inala et Gannala. Mais Inala, n'ayant pas maîtrisé le niveau ultime de l'Art des Os Mystiques, ne percevait pas la Voie en lui. Pour Inala, le navire avait déjà largué les amarres. Ses actes alimenteraient la coupe de Gannala jusqu'à son comble, propulsant celle-ci au Rang Mystique. Problème : chaque voie était unique. Seules les actions liées à la voie enrichissaient la coupe. Un processus d'essais-erreurs fastidieux s'imposait. Les réincarnés, connaissant l'intrigue à l'avance, agissaient sur des fronts multiples — une prouesse inimaginable pour les Mammouths de leur âge. Même les anciens du clan se contentaient de protéger leur Colonie. Pourtant, chaque réincarné bouleversait plus le destin en un an que le Clan Mammouth entier. Leur double perspective, héritée de deux mondes, brisait les schémas établis. Ils accomplissaient l'inconcevable sur le Continent Sumatra. Les voies habitaient les sept, mais ne se révélaient qu'à travers leurs enfants nés Défenses Empyréens. Inala avait perdu le contrôle, cédant sa voie à Gannala. Yennda subit le même sort, sa voie échouant chez Harrala. Resha refusait ce destin. Il avait prié Yahira de retarder leur progéniture. Détenteur du Trésor Majeur de la Guérison — incarnation de la Gravité Inertielle Interne parfaite —, Resha pouvait, contrairement aux réincarnés, devenir un Défense Empyréen de Rang Mystique. En gardant cette voie close, une fois saturée, elle se déverserait en lui, catalyant son ascension. Les moyens étaient à portée. Resha absorba l'essence de Défense Empyréen de l'Incubateur, la canalisa dans son Conteneur Spirituel. Sa Nature Primaire s'éveilla, fusionnée au Trésor Majeur de la Guérison, chef-d'œuvre ultime de Gannala. À mesure qu'il assimilait l'essence, une goutte perlait dans la coupe. Resha sourit : *« Parfait. Tant que je concentre cette essence en moi, la Guérison modelera mon corps vers celui d'un Défense Empyréen. »* Il pressa son index gauche, libérant la Gravité Inertielle Interne. Un craquement sec retentit : *« Bon, il fragilise. »* La Maladie des Fragments n'était qu'un Mammouth trop empreint d'essence empyréenne. Des os friables, signature des Défenses Empyréens. Plus ils s'effritaient, plus son humanité s'effaçait. Chaque minute d'absorption accélérait sa métamorphose. Plus il progressait, plus la Guérison se renforçait — un cercle vertueux. Un jour, peut-être n'aurait-il même plus besoin de Prana pour revêtir sa forme empyréenne. Ce serait son état naturel, comme Brangara incarnant le Roi Sanglier Empyréen. *« Au terme, je tutoierai le Rang Mystique… voire la Défense Suprême. »* Resha jubilait. Alors, il pourrait engendrer des héritiers marqués par la Maladie des Fragments. Si ceux-ci absorbaient du sang de Défense Empyréen au Stade Corporel, ils hériteraient de sa puissance. Resha imaginait déjà sa descendance — dizaines d'enfants marchant humains avant de se muer en Défenses Empyréens. *« Cette fois, je t'exterminerai, Roi Sanglier. »* Ses yeux brillèrent d'homicide. Il refréna sa pulsion — sans protection, les êtres inférieurs au Stade de Vie en devenaient fous. Le souvenir du Clan Mammouth anéanti le hantait. Cette fois, ce serait le Roi Sanglier qui mordrait la poussière. *« J'en ferai mon affaire. »* ... *« Quelqu'un me jette un sort ? »* Le Roi Sanglier gratta son oreille, toisant l'individu familier. *« Répète un peu, merde ? »* *« Sourd ou juste stupide ? »* L'homme roula des yeux. *« Tant pis, je vais te le montrer... »* Une aura terrifiante jaillit de lui, faisant trembler les Bêtes Praniques alentour. Une puissance cataclysmique, capable d'écraser les Bêtes de Fer. Le Roi Sanglier se raidit. *« Il frôle le Rang Mystique sans l'atteindre. Et cette présence... »* Son poil se hérissa. *« Pour les novices, ça ressemble à la mienne. Mais non. C'est celle... d'un Sanglier Empyréen. »* *« Impossible ! »* Le Roi Sanglier gronda. *« Je suis le dernier. »* *« Désolé de te décevoir. »* L'homme haussa les épaules. *« Quand les Défenses Empyréens ont quitté Sumatra, ils ont emporté quatre bébés Sangliers. On nous a élevés comme serviteurs du Clan Mammouth, de génération en génération. »* *« Quoi ? »* La fureur du Roi Sanglier menaça de le faire exploser. *« Les Mammouths ont réduit les miens en esclaves ? »* *« Ça ne te regarde pas. »* L'homme esquissa un geste las. *« Ils sont tous morts de toute façon. »* *« Tu les as dévorés ? »* Le Roi Sanglier blêmit avant de grincer des crocs. *« Tu as bouffé ta propre famille, monstre ? »* *« J'ai suivi tes archives conservées par les Mammouths. Hélas, elles étaient incomplètes. »* L'homme soupira. *« Après avoir ingurgité tous mes frères là-bas, le Rang Mystique m'a échappé. D'où ma visite. »* Son souvre devint carnassier. *« Alors, pourquoi ne me révélerais-tu pas la vérité... *mon aîné ? »*